I've been a little quiet on my blog as I've been in a great big slump. I've been struggling to believe I was worth anything. Not capable of writing anything worth reading. A face among voiceless faces drifting around the earth without purpose. What is the point? I kept asking myself. Who cares?
Well, I found out someone does care and it made all the difference in the world. And if they care, why couldn't I? Once again, a switch was flipped. The world turned on. The sun rose. I began to believe.
And a few days ago, I began to write. I let go. I held on. Determination crowded the doubt to the edges. My laptop open. My fingers moving.
No concern for marketing or rules. Just the fun and joy that writing has always brought me.
For a few days now, I've gotten back into a writing grove (I'll be knocking on some wood now.) I've got a new morning ritual that reminds me to believe, and it's working.
Nope, not gonna share what it is. It's a secret and may just be a little weird. But then, I'm a little weird, so what does that matter.
I wanted to share a few lines from my works-in-progress. Normally, I don't share anything because I never feel good enough. I'm going to get over that, and I'm going to let my voice be heard.
It feels good to be writing again. My goal is to have the thriller I'm working on done by the end of the year. I'm also in the very beginning phases of a romance. A few lines are down, and I have it churning around in my mind, playing like a movie shrouded in a thick fog that I'm still trying to see through.
I stopped writing for a while because I stopped believing I could. All it took was for someone else to believe in me and to let me know it. And you know what, I kinda feel like I can do anything at this point.
Watch out, world. Here I come! Barreling toward the Hall of Fame.